I
out the huge dark mass,
tumbling over itself in a field,
a form rises high up
but cuts down sharp back into the black.
it looms and promises
it's just as bad as you think it is.
it's as bad as you think.
it's hard to tell where it starts or ends
but it is there. it is
there and never moving. there and black.
hunched and never moving.

II
beneath a stone bridge, after a long, slow night,
he parked his car, under orange streetlamp light.

he squeezed my tanned knee and asked "can i have it?"
he looked at me and asked if he could have it.

shy, as i was, i looked over tenderly.
ready, as i was, that look was the end of me.

III
young, sensitive body parts;
an infinite tide of sexy body blows.
the girl coalesced.

ejaculation, femoral intercourse and mass.
fuck.
red sound radical,
fuck is wonderful.

IV
roots and bark and green and brown
rich full soil and wet wet ground
tender twigs and living leaves
sun in slits shines through thick trees
stuff hides up in the branches
stuff makes noise in the branches
where the girl was found
under the dirt mound